migblog

so it's friday. again. in anaheim. again.

pineapple

so many eyes...
does she see the truth, or does she lie?
can't find unless you try.
so many...
prickle prickle prick,
tension in the air so thick.
impenetrable to the words of
disaster and death.
who knew she could
be so
sweet and tempting and juicy
like life's gossip,
oozing rumor and drama out of
every
last

drop?

how is she
so tough,
so delicious
like a summer sun
bejeweled in
the moment:
tropical breeze
swaying the hammock, lazy?
so many eyes.
she kills when she smiles.
how do you do that?

sweet to the eye,
sweet to the soul,
sweet to the tooth,
sweet to the core.

how are you so tough?

'my mother.'

you are so perfect.

--[nate says a pineapple is neither a pine nor an apple, discuss]--

posted by Open Source Food @ 4:35 PM